A better day...

...than yesterday, that's for sure. For one thing, the headache from hell has more or less evaporated. I slept better last night than I have in a few days, and when I woke up this morning, I didn't feel like I'd been beaten, dredged through flour, and fried. So yeah...that's an improvement!

We had the wildly anticipated tech refresh at work today, which meant that roughly 70% of the new computers didn't work. I spent most of my morning helping other people go through their configuration set up and troubleshooting all the stuff our crackerjack IT team managed to screw up. Here's a prime example of your tax dollars at work: The gal in charge of coordinating the tech refresh told everyone over and over not to call her about their computer issues; they had to send an e-mail so she would have a documentation trail. Well, that's great...unless that sterling IT team forgot to load the freakin' e-mail program, which is what happened to one very short-tempered woman on my floor. By the time I got to my desk and started configuring my own brand new (so they say) laptop, it was nearly lunch time.

My new laptop is fast. That's the good news. The bad news is that my Excel program is, well, possessed by aliens. I use Excel a lot, so I'm going to have to call our national help desk tomorrow and spend, oh, at least 20 to 30 minutes on the phone with them in order to get them to fix the problem.

Fun stuff, no?

Despite DH's bad summer cold, we had a good, long bike ride tonight. It's not muggy at all, and the sunset has turned the puffy white clouds into pink lace. Wonder of wonders, I've finally found an insect repellent that actually repels mosquitoes: Burt's Bees all-natural bug-be-gone (not the real name, but you get the drift). It smells like mint and some other pleasantly sharp herb. I think I smell rather tasty, but apparently, the mosquitoes do not agree. Huzzah!!

Funny but true church story: During Bible study, Pastor D was talking about the altar guild at his old church. The head of the altar guild was very particular and had special gloves that the ladies used to carry the communion silver. He said that if she'd had her way, the guild ladies would have worn special aprons, special gloves, and special booties. Well, I heard the man say "special boobies." And I wasn't the only one who heard that. Chaplain Crandall reared back in his chair about the same time I did. "What did he say?" I asked DH about the same time Chappy blurted, "Did he say 'boobies'?" He heard me snickering and turned to me to confirm that yes, I heard 'boobies' too. "We're in the same gutter!" Chappy exclaimed while his wife looked mortified. So of course, I had to 'fess up to Pastor D about what Chappy and I thought we heard. He regarded me gravely as I told the story, then pronounced me beyond redemption. And then he cackled.

Sheesh. I'm gettin' grief from all sides these days. ;)

So tomorrow is hump day, and it will be one of those short days for me because I have to drive to M'head to see the doc. I'm thinking my car will suddenly veer into Starbucks for no apparent reason on the way back to work. It might even veer over to Panera Bread for a salad. I'm just sayin'....